Porcupine Ridge New wolf

Jhala raised an eyebrow, watching her carefully. "So can I," she replied swiftly, not thoroughly impressed. "So can pretty much everyone else," the girl then added, her tail flicking behind her as it raised ever so slightly. She wasn't being rude, but it was true. As far as she was concerned almost every one of the Porcupine wolves were going for either their mercenary or gamekeeper trades- herself included. To be fair, hunting and fighting were common skills most wolves had anyway, but the tawny wolf in front of her showed no signs of extraordinary talents- no super-fighter or hunter.

The tail of the wolf flicked again, maybe this time it was out of irritation. She was waiting for something to impress her, she wanted to make this count. Taggarik watched from behind, and she remembered the last time someone crossed their borders; she'd made a mistake. This time she tried her hardest to make sure that didn't happen again. Border encounters were not yet pack wolves, they should not be treated as friendly acquaintances just yet.

Upon thinking back to this, the girl let out a gentle growl, a vague reminder of her dominance. "What can you do for this pack?" the dark wolfess asked,